Who spilled the seeds that sprout
so eagerly in my empty garden?
Who brought the sun that asks my
love to blossom with such abandon?
My broken heart has forgotten
how to welcome this exquisite
flourishing. My sadness has blinded
me to the radiance that might have revealed
my hopes and aspirations. If only I were
a sunflower, I’d know how to turn my
face to the dazzling morning sky. And
then I would scatter my dismal thoughts
to the busy yellow finches who
flit and twitter and gather so joyously
on this brilliant summer morning.
Diane Finkle Perazzo 
May you be healed of the pain you feel.
Thank you dear Michael. 🖤
Beautiful may you experience the bright light of hope today and always!
Thank you Gloria. 🧡
Wh
❤️
Beautiful expression of pain which can be transformed into joy!
Thank you Judith. ❤️
Gorgeous. Sad and evocative.
Kyla
Thank you dear Kyla. ❤️
Thank you. Love your very felt poem.
Thank you Iva! xo